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...daughter that I don't look forward to. My two-year-old will be a teen, and I'll be 80 or 90, at least in her eyes, dressed in fashions from a previous century and using slang from TV shows she never watched. We'll be on the porch or at the kitchen table, the atmosphere outwardly casual yet tense, when I'll mention, out of the blue, that I once drank too much and that it taught me some things I'd like to share with her. She'll lift her lovely, clear eyes and ask me, "What...
...others' warnings affected us (except, perhaps, to make us more defiant) and are doubtful about the impact of our own words. We also know, sadly, that alcohol addiction has a genetic component and runs in families, placing our children at special risk and mandating that dread discussion on the porch. If only the talk could be fobbed off on a doctor (a Mormon doctor, ideally) or someone else with the authority to speak. We former drinkers believe we have no moral authority--though unlike most parents, we know that we don't. We're walking worst-case scenarios...
...integrity and pray that his child is duly impressed. If I didn't happen to know that horror stories breed at least as much curiosity as fear, and if I had more faith in bold commandments issued in the voice of Charlton Heston, I could imagine having that porch talk once, or maybe twice, and being done with it. Then I'd move directly to the punishment phase: "Is that beer on your breath, my darling? No car keys. Ever!" Unfortunately, I doubt that it will go like this. If my daughter is anything like I was, the talk will...
...maquiladoras, Valles is one of more than 100,000 Juarez residents who have no running water. She's confident the U.S. will help pony up the funds to turn on her faucets. Watching over a front "lawn" of sand and brush as a caged parrot on her porch creates an illusion of oasis, she insists, "We're all here because the Americans wanted us here...
...Under the porch, we find a handful of motherless baby squirrels, alarmingly whitish and hairless, foetal and fumbling, wizened little old blind men. We put peanut butter out for them, and they eat it for a couple of days, but we have not seen them since Friday...